(Hey guys! Sorry about not updating anything recently. Writer's block is the bane of my existence. To tide things over until I update my main stories, I wrote this little thing while in school out of sheer boredom. I hope you all enjoy this garbage! Also I don't own Murdoc or Gorillaz, haha. The story and image ARE mine, though.)
[WARNING: This story is a LEMON. Read at your own risk.]
I sigh softly as I take a sip of my drink. It had been a rough day at work, and I had decided that I deserved a treat after the shit I had to put up with. Rubbing my forehead, I tug my shirt up to keep my (small/medium/large) chest from showing. I put my cup back down on the counter and watch as the bartender places another cup of alcohol in front of me.
“Ummm...excuse me, but I didn't order this.”
“The fellow down there bought it for you.” Sighing, I take a gulp. Rum. I wrinkle my nose slightly before shrugging, enjoying the free drink. Hearing the sound of wood scraping on wood, I take another swig and wait for the male that bought my drink to sit by me. As he takes a seat to my left, I glance at him from the corner of my eye.
Sickly, olive green skin is the first thing I notice about the male. He's topless, revealing a tattoo of a German cross on his shoulder, and he has a small bit of weight on his otherwise lithe form. He's wearing low riding jeans and combat boots, along with a gold, upside down cross necklace that hangs down on his chest, between his pert, pink nipples. My eyes then trail up to his face. His nose is horrifically broken, bent beyond repair. His eyes are half-lidded, have dark bags under them, and his left iris is a faded red while the other is a dark purple. His black locks are cut in a shaggy bowl cut, and he has some hair on his chin, chest, and a trail of dark hair leading into his pants. A wide grin makes its way to his lips, revealing his awful teeth, which are yellow and chipped, making them jagged.
“Like what you see, love?” His nasally, raspy voice has a heavy British accent. Rolling my eyes, I try to ignore the heat blossoming in my face as I take another gulp of the rum he had bought me.
“Thanks for the free drink.”
“Of course! Of course...say, you weren't at the concert down in the nearby stadium, were you?” I shake my head, brushing some hair from my face. “Bullocks! And why the bloody hell were you not there?!”
“Why are you so concerned about it, buddy?” He huffs, tapping his fingers against the countertop, his long nails clicking.
“Cause you would've probably had a good time, that's why! Enjoy good music, see a world-famous band live, and have some bloody fun. That's why I wanted to know.”
“Well, for your information, sir, I had to work overtime. Some stupid mother brought her spoiled brat in and he vomited all over the floor. Of course, since I'M my boss's favorite, he made me clean it up. Besides, I couldn't afford it. I just paid bills the other day. I'm merely treating myself after having to deal with shit at work.”
“You didn't have to tell me your whole life story…” He huffs, chugging his own glass of rum. The scent of alcohol, piss, and cigarette smoke clung to the man, causing me to wrinkle my nose up in slight disgust. He was wretched and filthy, but something about him was...oddly alluring. Figuring the alcohol was getting to me, I finish the cup and sigh.
“I think I'm done for tonight.”
“Aw, what?! Come on, sweetheart, stay. The night is still young! Loosen up, have some fun, eh?” He grins before drinking the rest of his drink. Slamming the cup on the table, he smacks his lips in content before calling the bartender over. “Two more glasses! For me and this lovely babe by my side.” Before I can decline, he fills our cups and walks off. Not being one to waste stuff, especially when it's free, I sigh and swirl my glass around a little, staring at the liquid inside.
